Just got this in an email...
A man walks into a bar....
There I was, sitting at a bar, staring at my drink, when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me. Grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, whatcha gonna do about it?" he says menacingly, as I burst into tears....the biker says "Come on, man I didn't think you CRY! I can't stand to see a man crying".
"This is the worst day of my life" I say. "I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me"
"When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don't have insurance".
"I left my wallet in the cab that I took home"
"I found my wife in bed with another man....and then my dog bit me"
"So, I came here to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all".
"I buy a drink, I drop the cyanide capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve....then you show up and drink the whole dang thing!!"
"But, Snap!, enough about me....how are you doing?"